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Falling for daddy part 2

He began to tear up.

"I don't know why I didn't think this would happen. But of course it did, I mean, look at you!" said Oliver.

His father blinked in confusion. "What does that mean?"

"Well, you know..." Oliver trailed off, embarrassed.

What he was going to say was that his father was gorgeous, all beefy and hairy with just a touch of gray in his sideburns. Women would be all over him. But something about that felt awkward to say to your dad.

Perhaps he shouldn't have had that glass of wine after all.

"You're still young, I guess is what I'm saying," he finished lamely.

Noah reached over and took Oliver's hand again, holding it in both of his hands.

"Ollie, no, that's not it," he said.

Oliver sniffled. "No? You haven't met someone?"

Noah smiled. "Well... I guess I sort of have."

Oliver's face crumpled. "How could you do that to mom!"

Noah squeezed his hand. "Ollie, listen to me. That's what I wanted to talk to you about. I have watched you grow into the most amazing, brilliant, strong... beautiful young man..."

Oliver furrowed his brow in confusion. This is not where he thought this was going.

"...and I couldn't help but start to see you in a different way."

Noah was still squeezing Oliver's hand. Something about the way his dad was looking at him made him feel as naked as he had been this morning.

"You're not my little boy anymore," his dad continued. "The one who cried when we took him to summer camp and begged us to come pick him up. You're a man now. I'd be lying if I said I didn't notice that. And I think you've noticed it too."

Oliver was thoroughly confused now. His heart was beating rapidly in his chest.

"Dad, what are you saying?"

Noah took a deep breath. "What I'm saying, son, is that my feelings for you have changed. I'm falling for you."

"Happy birthday to you..." sang the waiter as he walked over carrying a plate of cheesecake with a single lit candle on it.

Noah dropped his son's hand and joined in, the two of them serenading Oliver as he looked at them, slack-jawed.

"Make a wish!" said the waiter.

Oliver stared at him, baffled. His brain felt like it was short-circuiting.

"I think he's probably just feeling a little too old for birthday wishes. Thank you, though," his father said to the waiter.

The waiter smiled and walked away.

"You okay, Ollie?" his dad asked him after he put out the candle.

"What do you mean you're falling for me?"

His dad sighed. He folded his arms on the table and leaned forward.

"You know I've always been bisexual, right?"

Now Oliver's jaw truly dropped. What was going on with the world? Bisexual? What the hell was he talking about?

"No!" he yelled. "Of course I didn't know that! When would you have brought that up?"

Noah motioned for Oliver to lower his voice. "Well, it's true," he said. "I had a life before I met your mother. I was quite the romantic, actually," he said, grinning. "I bedded my fair share of guys and gals."